Norma Jean Follow

[I. A Clot of Tragedy]Bring this underground, bring
this to its kneesMarching in slumber, swelling shades of
mysterywe have the motive to breathe and to feed from the
mouth of deceitMutual fear will bring us peace as
the raven builds its nestwill nest[II. A Swarm
of Dedication]I'm haunted by the strains of
human limitationsending you letters like I'm daring
you to,in relation to you going astray.What seemed
like a lifetime spent riding on teh wings of the backwardsdevils. It was as if I had fled from a lion, only to meet a
bear.Cut off when I saw the unseen. Sending me to my
home,covered with dust adn ashes.Humiliation and
insignificance.Oh, the curious teeth of a bear, those
fangs,a continual lash and spur onto dedication.I
will not be moved or shaken. I will not be mislead.Messenger follows messenger follows messenger
follows......